Chapter 962 How to spend money
"Grandma, I'm leaving. I'll be back for dinner tonight! I want to eat garlic short ribs."

"I think you look like a chop, go away quickly, go away quickly! I'm annoyed just by looking at you!"

Grandma Yun shouted at Feng Yin in a very disgusting tone.

Feng Yin didn't mind at all and no longer argued with Grandma Yun rebelliously. She changed her routine.

Grandma Yun said with disgust. Feng Yin not only refused to leave, but stuck to her and hugged Grandma Yun.

"Good grandma——"

Grandma Yun shivered at the sound of "Good Grandma". She was really scared, not fake!

She even touched Feng Yin's forehead with her palm. She didn't have a fever. She didn't go to the river last night. It was probably not a water ghost.

"Good grandma, I also want to eat beef brisket with tomatoes."

"I know you didn't hold your fart in well, so be happy——"

Before Grandma Yun's raised palm fell on Feng Yin, Feng Yin ran away.

The door closed with a bang, accompanied by Feng Yin's last words: There are also fried small yellow croakers!
Grandma Yun gritted her teeth and looked at the closed door, then suddenly laughed and said: You little bastard!

Grandma Yun's smile got bigger and bigger, and while she was nagging, her feet moved to get her own little shopping bag.

"Go early, otherwise the beef brisket will become stale after a while."

Feng Yin on the other side was even more happy.

"Whoever marries me will really make a lot of money! I can beat people up and act like a spoiled brat, no one is as powerful as me."

Feng Yin, who boasted about Bo'er, got off the elevator and saw Zhang Bo'er waiting for her.

Zhang Bo'er was alone today, and Li Sanyi was busy at the company.

"Boss!"

Feng Yin strolled over and looked at the bun in Zhang Bo'er's hand.

"Eating steamed buns again?" "Boss, I didn't buy them for you."

The wind moaned speechlessly.

"I don't want your buns."

"Oh, I don't have any more."

Zhang Boer took the last bite of the buns, smiled innocently, and got in the car.

Feng Yin stared at Zhang Bo'er's back. She had a feeling that she had turned a really naive person into a sinister one.

But it's also good. Zhang Bo'er is a wealthy man on the outside, and I don't know how many interested people want to get close to him.

With this idea in mind, Feng Yin got into the car and asked out of curiosity: "Zhang Bo'er, how is your private life lately?"

Zhang Bo'er was driving. Although he was no longer as naive as before, he still spoke the truth to Feng Yin.

"Boss, what's your private life? I follow you to work every day. After get off work, I go home and study how to spend money. I find that spending money is actually quite difficult."

The tip of Feng Yin's tongue pressed against the gum, a little sore, and she regretted asking.

Although she regretted it, Zhang Boer started talking.

"Boss, you don't know. I have set a rule for myself. I spend 10,000 yuan a day, but I can't spend it no matter what. How do you think those rich people spend their money?"

The tooth hurts even more.

Feng Yin covered his face with one hand, leaned on the chair, and said lazily: "For food, drink, housing, and transportation, grab the most expensive ones. If you have nothing to do, go out to sing a song or have a meal. Order the most expensive ones and buy some." Why can’t I spend money on art, diamonds, jewelry, cars and mansions?”

Zhang Bo'er, who had heard this, still shook his head.

"Boss, I only open my mouth when eating. The place where I live is pretty good, but I don't dare to sing. I heard that it's the easiest thing to do, but I don't dare to go there. There are also works of art... How can I have artistic talent? I don't I don’t understand, why did I buy diamond jewelry? I don’t wear it.”

After all, the money is in Zhang Bo'er, but it can only go in and out, and it can't be spent out.


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